Without Elegy Poem by Satish Verma

Without Elegy



In low spirits, moon
fiddles with dark clouds, sometimes
walks away moodily.

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Fear follows you in
sun-bathed field, like a ghost,
where marigold lives.

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Death doesn't recognize
the angel wounded in grass
by peacock's feather.

Sunday, May 13, 2018
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